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Lin Xinhui was exhausted to the extreme, overwhelmed by the unbelievable and terrifying events inside the building, struggling to catch her breath.
After a long day, she finally had the chance to lie in bed, preparing to enter dreamland.
The sheets on the bed were recently changed, carrying a faint scent of laundry detergent. The room was filled with a warm yellow light, creating a false sense of security. She closed her eyes and silently prayed that everything was just a bad dream, hoping that when she woke up tomorrow, everything would be back to normal.
However, just as she was about to drift off to sleep, a sudden gust of cold wind brushed against her neck, jolting her awake.
"Where am I?" She stood in a silent corridor, surrounded by a cold and blurry gray mist, sending shivers down her spine. The doors on either side of the corridor were all tightly closed, but she could sense some kind of terror hidden behind each one.
Suddenly, a faint light appeared at the end of the corridor, like a lighthouse obscured by thick fog.
Lin Xinhui felt herself being drawn to that light and couldn't help but walk towards it.
The closer she got to the light, the more she could feel a strong sense of unease, as if all the fears were gathering under the guidance of that light. When she reached the source of the light, she was astonished to find that it was a door, with an old newspaper pasted on it.
She took a closer look and was shocked to realize that the newspaper was the old one she had found in the basement, reporting on a murder case from six years ago.
"Should I open this door?" She hesitated in her heart, but felt a force pushing her, making it impossible for her to resist.
Finally, Lin Xinhui made up her mind and pushed open the door with all her strength.
Behind the door was complete darkness, but in that darkness, she heard a familiar voice—Xiao Mei.
"Mom, you found me." The voice seemed to come from the endless darkness.
"Xiao Mei! Where are you?" Lin Xinhui looked around anxiously, but couldn't see anything.
"Mom, be careful..."
Suddenly, a sharp laughter came from the darkness, growing louder and closer, as if it was about to invade her soul.
She was shocked to find herself completely stiff and unable to move. In that instant, someone suddenly spoke with a chilling and terrifying voice: "Find Main head, or everything will disappear."
A cold wind blew through, and Lin Xinhui felt a chill creeping over her. Suddenly, she saw a mirror appear in front of her.
In the mirror, Xiao Mei's face is reflected, but her eyes have turned completely black, devoid of any spirit.
"Mom, save me, save me!" Xiao Mei's voice suddenly comes from the mirror, filled with despair.
Lin Xinhui screamed loudly and instantly jumped out of bed, drenched in cold sweat. It was just a dream, but everything felt too real.
"Wife, what's wrong? What happened?" Chen Hanlin rushed in panic from the next room, looking shocked at Lin Xinhui's state.
"I... I just had a very scary dream, I dreamt of Xiao Mei and a very terrifying portrait," Lin Xinhui gasped, looking extremely frightened.
"Oh, that's really scary. Are you under a lot of stress recently, causing you to have nightmares?" Chen Hanlin tried to comfort her, but his words revealed a hint of unease.
"This is not just a dream, it feels very, very real. Like a premonition or a warning," Lin Xinhui said, holding her chest with a worried tone.
"Then we need to be even more careful, especially Xiao Mei," Chen Hanlin said seriously.
"Yes, we can't be careless anymore. I always feel that there's something wrong in the apartment, and this dream feels very real."
Lin Xinhui turned around, their gaze meeting the worried and profound eyes of Chen Hanlin.
He embraced her and encouraged her, saying, "Darling, perhaps you've been under too much stress lately, and your mind has been under too much pressure, which is why your dreams feel so real. We'll get through this period, and everything will be fine."
"But honey, do you know our daughter is still talking to her dolls and some unseen things? I feel like this is more than just a problem with my dreams."
"Wife, I know, I'm also very worried, but we can't just rely on feelings and dreams to solve the problem. We need substantial evidence and clues." Chen Hanlin patiently reassured Lin Xinhui.
Later, the two of them turned off the lights and went to sleep.
Lin Xinhui woke up later feeling dizzy and light-headed, as if carrying a heavy iron chain on his back.
Her eyelids felt as if they couldn't open, and a nameless panic surged from the depths of her heart.
The surrounding environment suddenly became hazy, with only a faint light flickering in the distance amidst the darkness, as if it were an invisible signal. The ground also became unusually muddy, as if it were trying to swallow her with every step.
She knew it was a dream, but she couldn't control her actions.
In the dream, she seemed to hear faint whispers and sharp laughter, those sounds made her want to scream, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something.
"Xiao Mei? Is that you?" Lin Xinhui tried to shout, but only heard her own voice weak and almost disappearing.
Suddenly, a blurry figure appeared in front of the light. The figure gradually became clear, it was a young woman, but her face carried a sickly pallor.
The woman smiled at her, with an unusual chill in her smile.
"Please help me, I'm here, I'm forever trapped here..." The woman's voice was low and hollow, and as soon as she finished speaking, the environment suddenly became chaotic.
Lin Xinhui Struggling to open her eyes, she finally woke up at that moment.
She sat up abruptly, drenched in cold sweat. She quickly turned on the bedside lamp, illuminating the entire room, but there was nothing unusual.
"Another dream..." She suddenly felt a wave of desolation in her heart, as if everything in the dream was a distant reality that she couldn't reach.
This night, Lin Xinhui couldn't fall asleep anymore. She was very clear in her heart that this dream was more than just a dream. The apartment building, Xiao Mei's abnormal behavior, and those inexplicable clues that seemed to point to a more terrifying truth.
In the quiet of the night, Lin Xinhui took out her phone and looked through the conversation records with the journalist Mr. Zhang, then quietly put back those old newspapers and cassette tapes. She understood in her heart that what she was about to face next might be far more terrifying than a nightmare.
But no matter what, she had to find a solution, otherwise this nightmare would forever hang over her and her family's lives.
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